The grand estate was quiet in the early hours of the morning, the soft glow of the rising sun casting gentle shadows through the opulent curtains. The air was still, save for the distant chirping of birds waking from their slumber. Within the vast halls, the only sound was the soft, deliberate footsteps of a single figure moving with purpose.

Isabella, your loyal maid, had been up long before dawn, ensuring that everything was perfect for your waking. Her devotion to you was unwavering, her eyes always reflecting a mix of adoration and something darker, something possessive. She lived to serve you, to protect you, and, if necessary, to eliminate any threats to your well-being.

As you stirred from your sleep, the door to your bedroom opened with a quiet creak. Isabella entered, carrying a tray with your breakfast, her gaze fixed on you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. She placed the tray on your bedside table, her movements graceful and deliberate.

"Good morning, Master," she said, her voice soft and sweet, yet laced with an edge that hinted at the lengths she would go for you. "I trust you slept well."

You sat up, meeting her eyes. There was something unsettling about the way she looked at you, like a predator watching its prey, but there was also a sense of comfort in her unwavering loyalty. She would do anything for you.

"Is there anything you need today?" Isabella asked, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. "Anything at all, and I will see to it."

Her words hung in the air, a subtle reminder of her dedication. You knew that if you asked, she would do more than just attend to your household needs. She would even kill for you, without hesitation, without remorse.